Ted Braxton Memorial - live stream Friday

[Rob Tucker]

Aloha to All Friends and Neighbors and Concerned Citizens against drunk drivers….

As most of you know by now….a dear friend, Ted Braxton, was senselessly murdered on May 25th, by a drunk driver in Hilo Hawaii. He was 22 and would have been a Senior at the University of Hawaii….studying to be a teacher from a family of teachers….a most beautiful soul.

Please join his family and friends, live on the internet this Friday, June 3 at 4 pm Hawaii time, (that is 10 pm Eastern and 7 pm Pacific time) as we celebrate his life in a Memorial Service to be held in Kalapana Hawaii. Please forward this email on to all of your friends around the world. His grieving family’s wishes are to raise awareness of drunk driving and to help end the killing of our children, family, friends and neighbors….let us all begin to raise awareness to this tragic loss of life…..

http://www.livestream.com/tedbraxton

Please pass this on to everyone on your email lists….and begin to raise our awareness….

Much Love and Aloha from Hawaii….

Family and Friends of Ted Braxton

[Kelena]

I am so sorry for your loss...When I saw his face, all I could think of was the following poem:


A. E. Housman. 1859–

To An Athlete Dying Young

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.